Trooper Station | Saturday

[knife_bender]

So Annie had turned into a dog yesterday, and it was a sign Diego had been here too long when he wasn't all that phased by it. She had dealt with him while he was a cat so he figured this was some sort of revenge. He brought her to work with him, and gave her a (non-chocolate) donut to eat while he did paperwork.

She was a much better behaved dog than he was as a cat, that was for sure.

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The park, Saturday

[existencemisspent]

The town had been beautifully quiet all week. The students had apparently all headed off on some trip or other, and maybe half the adult population of the town as well, leaving the whole place nearly as empty as Brakebills was in the summers.

It’d been a week full of beautiful nothing.

Eliot lounged on a bench in the park, his long legs stretched out, and watched the flamingos and their long legs lounging in the pond. He took a drag off his cigarette and used a simple enchantment to create fanciful shapes in the smoke when he exhaled.

There was seldom enough nothing in the world — any world, really. But this one at least at times came close.

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